I sit my soft rump upon the sagging sofa in the untidy room. As I look across the small space at my loud children, I cannot help but notice the clutter upon the floor. My energy level is low. I look at the junk and attempt to will it away into its appropriate space. I look at the shoes that are beneath the piano bench, the books scattered on the carpet, and the toys. I see paper products in the corner, thanks to our disobedient dog who likes to dig in the trash. I wonder where my energy is. I wonder why I feel lazy. I wonder.